The hell that is happening, isn't happening anymore. What a relief. I enjoyed it though. Things will be folded in to my other site from now on. Thanks for hanging around.   x

Two cars.

I ask myself:

"What I was seeking, in short, was a language of the body"

Snapped / broken.

Some final images of Christchurch.

Goodbye dinner on plates I made during my residency.

Lenka gives me a haircut.

Christchurch.

A few more collaborations.

A few colours.

P.H took the first 2 and I took the last 2.

The fog comes.

The walk home.

Two scenes.

Emerald.

Not likely.

My first day at the polytechnic.

 

Patrick took this one. 

Desire lines.